The Irish standard., 1887-10-15

both the gentlemen outside, by walking
towards them, and giving her hand to
Captain Dawson with a. smile. Then
turing to Brian Purcell, she said, shak-
ing hands with him too:
GOOD morning. And l trust you
duly appreciate the honor Mrs. Hazlitt
and have conferred on YOU
You see, Captain Dawson she went
on, 7 do not stand upon cermony with
old friends. It is not every lady would
have the courage to venture into a
bachelors den, n,-even when he happens
to be something of philosophers she
added, with playful glance at Brian.
| Come, Mrs. Hazlitt, am waiting fol
YOU And bowing to the gentlemen
with inimitable grace, sh gathered up
the skirt of her gown, and stepped
across the lawn ikea goddess. Brian
and the captain gazed after. but both
sbrank from making any allusion to
her.
Brian had written to Captain Dawson,
asking him to cal! at Coolbaw1, as OF
course it would not do for him to call
at Grindem Hall.
4 was just remarking,' said Brian,
resuming the conversation. that your
evident desire to avoid meeting me for
some time back was q puzzle to me till
l found out the cause
The CAPTAIN became as red as tur-
key cock.
But, of course, you are not to blame
at all'
The captain looked surprised.
IF your uncle treats my father harsh
ly or unjust]y, how can you help it?'
sOh, yes said Captain Dawson, eyi-
IDENTIFY relieved.
And now,' Brian continued, what
want to know is, could you induce him
to deal fairly, or anything like it, with
my father? His heart is set ON keeping
the farm, and be is ready to pay even
more than it is worth
Devil use i'll talking to him. just
now, at all events, for he is in one of
his drinking fits. My aunt has sent
for DR. Forbis to-day / shouldn't
wonder if he is in delirium tremens
already.
by the way said Brian, here is the
doctor himself
The doctor rode up Oh his remarkable
mare
well, doctor, how is your patient?
the captain asked.
Well pull ',inl through replied the
doctor Particularly as Miss Grindem
is gone to work vi ct armis.' (rhe old
lady has just flung jar of whjskey out
of the window.) Tim Croak is after
being put i'll charge of him, so [ expect
TO have him all right in few days.
'le has been going it devjlish hard
for the last month, Captain Dawson
observed.
Come in: Doctor, said Brian.
SNo, thank You; i had lunch at the
Hall
'Well, bat glass Of ggog will do you
10 harm. Come in, captain.'
| The doctor dismoun ed, and he and
Captain Dawson followed Brian into
the house.
| Miss Evans reflection on her way
home We're to this effect:
I trust [. have recovered the lost
ground by that last move. How dumb
founded the captain was. Poor George!
tits a pity he hasn't brains, How NAL
apropas his appearance was: Brian has
been in Dublin. OF course he met that
foolish little creature. Yet, added
Miss Evans, softening as she recalled
Fanny's fearful eyes and shrinking
timidity, yet the poor child loves him.
Miss Evans took the roundabout way
to MoorvieW House. much to the an
noyance Of the old coachman. But
does he love her?' she thought. He
did not love her that night, at all
events She was just passing the Fin
ger-PosJ. And I am much mistaken
il Brian Purcell ever could love such a
mere baby. Time will TELL She said
this with smile Of conscious superior
ity. Your clever ladies are apt to for
get that a woman's heart counts for
more with man like Brian Purcell
than her head.
And what were his thoughts when he
found himself alone? Whatever his
thoughts were, he thought it best to fly
from them. He called Mick Dunphy,
and busted himself about the sffairs of
the farm for an hour or two. Standing
on Knockclough, he folded his arms
and looked round the domain over
which Mr.. Oliver Grindem held sway.
He saw hundreds of acres along the
mountain foot which were a rocky
waste till the persevering toll of the
poor tenants reclaimed them The
poor people were robbed Of the fruits of
their labor. And where were they
now? God knows.
Nc wonder, said Brian Purcell, the
strength of the old land is wasting
away, and her children are wanderers